No man is offended by another man’s admiration of the woman he loves, it is the woman only who can make it a torment.
To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self, an impossible claim that one should be at once Rose Bowl princess, medieval scholar, Saint Joan, Eleanor of Aquitane, one’s sister, and a stranger in a pink hat seen once and admired on the corner of 55th and Madison-as well as oneself, mysteriously improved.
The worst part of success is to try finding someone who is happy for you.
Mitchell: Okay, yes. I guess I’m still a little angry, but you know–you stole my moment, Claire.
Claire: Yeah, 21 years ago…
Mitchell: Okay, but it doesn’t matter to you because you had your own moments. You had cheerleading and high school plays, making out with the quarterback, and…
Claire: Oh come on, you made out with him, too.
Mitchell: Yeah, but we had to keep it a secret.